White Lie.

And it was cold out.. But she said, “I think we should take these out any recycle em.” I looked at her and replied “Word.”

I’m not a man of my convictions.

“What’s you’re favorite book?” she asked as soon as we were outside.

“The Myth Of Sisyphus by Albert Camus,” I replied automatically without thinking.

Taken aback, she shot me a look that subtly said “mother fucker say wha?”

She asked me a follow up question but I forget what she asked. But it’s whatever yo. As a consolation I do have a confession for you tho: I lied to her.

Mr. Camus’s novel is really my second favorite book. My for real life favorite book is Nigger by Dick Gregory. But she was white and I had known her for all of 829 seconds and was it cold out and I didn’t really feel like recycling so I lied to her because it was easier for me.